Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2013 23:21:04 -0500
From: jim north <thickcutnorth@hotmail.ca>
Subject: the scent of stephen (BB)

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I'd had a crush on Stephen for ages and when we were assigned to work
together on a science project, I couldn't believe my luck. He was tall with
black hair and blue eyes and actually had muscle definition at the age of
14. I remember running into him at the local pool once the previous summer,
and the image of him on the diving board, dripping wet in his orange and
black speedo was my go-to image when I jerked off.

We'd left the project to the last minute so he suggested I come to his
place on Saturday to pull an all-nighter to get it done and I happily
agreed. I arrived around 7pm and we had just gotten started on our work
when his mom passed us at the dining room table and said she and Stephen's
father were going for dinner and a movie but there was money for a pizza on
the kitchen counter.

"Try not to make too much of a mess," she said as they went out the
door. "We'll probably be late."

"Nuts to this," Stephen said about twenty minutes later. "Let's order that
pizza. Pepperoni ok?"

"Yeah, sure," I replied. We worked some more and when the pizza arrived, we
ate it in front of the TV. A little more work after that (I couldn't
believe how studious we were being - but except for the procrastination
part, we were both pretty good students), and Stephen said it was time for
some comic books. I was surprised, as I knew comics weren't that popular at
our school, but I loved them, so I followed him to his room upstairs.

Up until this point, I'd been concentrating on the task at hand, but the
second we stepped into his room the project went straight out of my head.
His 14-year-old scent filled my head as I walked through the door. His room
was a mess. His clothes seemed to be separated into several piles - dirty,
not as dirty, and really dirty. Those clothes and the unmade bed were
giving off the smell of him. A little sweaty but not in a nasty way. My
room never smelled like this, since I was no jock. Or maybe it did, and I
just didn't notice it.

"Gotta take a leak," Stephen said and went into the bathroom across the
hall. I quickly dove into the dirty clothes on the floor, carefully digging
through them - not that he would have noticed if I'd just thrown them all
over the room. I was rewarded immediately with a pair of ratty powder-blue
bikini briefs with a little black Jockey tag on the left hip. I looked them
over and quickly put them to my face - it was Stephen's scent times ten. I
quickly threw them back on the pile as I heard the toilet flushing and
Stephen returning.

He grabbed some comics off a shelf and tossed them on the bed. He had
plenty of DC and Marvel stuff and we quickly showed our loyalties as he
went for Spiderman and I went for Batman. We flipped the pages in silence
for a few minutes before Stephen excused himself again, asking if I wanted
something to drink. I said sure and I went back to the laundry pile as fast
as I could. I managed to fish out a couple more pairs of underwear - some
little boy tighty-whities and a more mature pair of plaid boxers. The
tighty-whities had a few discoloured spots in the front and the whole
crotch reeked of boy. The next thing I pulled out just about stopped my
heart - Stephen's jockstrap. I held it up by the waistband and gazed in
awe. The underwear was great, but this represented an athlete and a real
man. At least to me - skinny, gay, 14, and horny as fuck.

As I was holding it in front of my own crotch like someone thinking about
trying on a pair of pants, and trying to decide if I should just shove it
in my book-bag and steal it, I realized Stephen was standing in the doorway
with two cans of Coke.

"What the fuck?" he said as I quickly threw the jock back onto a pile of
clothes.

"Nothing!" I almost shouted.

"Why are you playing with my jockstrap?" he wondered. He didn't really seem
angry, which was a relief to me.

"I've just never seen one before," I explained, "and I wondered what it
would look like on me."

"Well, go ahead then," Stephen said, sitting on the edge of the bed with
his arms folded across his chest, "or would you rather see it on me?"

I flushed dark red and he laughed.

"I knew it! You're a dirty little fag, aren't you? I've seen you watching
me. You think you're not obvious, but if I had a buck for every time I've
seen you staring at my crotch, I'd be rich." He started taking off his
shirt. "I'll show you my jock if you'll blow me - I've been horny all day."
His pants came off next and he was wearing red Jockey boxer-briefs with a
dark blue waistband. He obviously wasn't loyal to a single style of
underwear, but I didn't care. I knew he'd look hot in anything.

He turned around as he dropped his Jockeys, revealing a perfect white ass
with a speedo tan. When he bent over to pull on the dirty jock, I could
just see his hairless, pink butthole, and I had a strange urge to start
licking it. I'd never thought of licking someone's asshole before, but
suddenly it seemed like a great idea and my hard cock seemed to agree. I
always leaked a lot of pre-cum and I could feel that the head of my dick
was very wet inside my own boxer-briefs.

Stephen turned around again, showing me his well-filled pouch. It was round
and smooth and looked absolutely perfect. I reached out and just lightly
cupped my hand around his package, almost cumming in my jeans when I made
contact. That was enough foreplay for a 14-year-old, so I started to pull
his jock to one side so I could finally see his cock. It was even better
than I expected, just beginning to get hard in anticipation and showing a
big fat foreskin, which had been a huge turn-on of mine since I'd seen (and
played with), my first one at the age of nine.

With his jock pulled aside, I started playing with his cock. I slowly
pulled his foreskin back to reveal his fat, perfect knob. It was shiny and
smelled just a little funky which just made me harder as I breathed it
in. Now I was really smelling Stephen. His balls were hairless but he
already had a pretty decent black bush of pubes, which I ran my fingers
through before kneeling in front of him and looking up into his face.

"I've never done this before," I said.

"Nice - I haven't had a mouth-virgin since Jenny Hamilton. But I should
warn you - if you're any good you might be my new BJ bitch. Girls are so
annoying," he said to me. "Now start sucking! And watch the teeth!"

I took a deep breath and licked the underside of his head. He sighed and I
took his whole head in my mouth as his cock reached it's full length of
about 5 inches. I got it good and wet before I pulled his loose skin
forward over my tongue and started swirling it around his fat head. I took
my tongue out and started flicking it at the skin gathered at the end of
his penis and he gasped.

"Are you sure you've never done this before?"

"Mm-hmm," I said, not stopping, but looking up into his face again. God! He
was cute! And I had his cock in my face! I started jerking him while I
licked his balls, getting them super wet and slippery.

"You're a fucking natural!" he exclaimed.

I swallowed his dick again as I reached down to undo my jeans and free my
own cut cock. I shoved my pants and underwear down my thighs and started
jerking myself with one hand while I worked him with the other. His eyes
widened when he saw my dick, which wasn't really long but was pretty thick
and looked big sticking out from my sparse blond pubic hair and skinny
hips.

"Damn! That's a fat one!" he said, and that was it, I blew my sperm onto
the carpet, groaning around his cock. "Whoa, dude! Nice load!"

I continued to work on his uncut prick and smooth balls and even reached
behind him and fingered his asshole a little bit. He seemed to enjoy that
and warned me that he was getting close. Just a minute or two after I had
cum, he started to tense up.

"I'm gonna cum!" he shouted and I quickly pulled off of him and he jerked
his dick in my face. I wanted his load and kept my mouth open while he had
his orgasm. I managed to catch some of it on my tongue while the rest
landed on my face and in my hair. I looked up to see his face scrunched up
in pleasure as his body shuddered. As the last of his cum dripped out of
his dick, I grabbed his hand and pulled his skin forward again to squeeze
out as much as I could and licked his juice out of the folds of his
foreskin.

He sat down heavily on his bed, his dick deflating while mine was still
hard.

"Fucking awesome, man! Way better than Jenny! She always makes me finish
myself off and I end up shooting in my hand or something. Here - you've
earned this." And with that he took his jockstrap off again and wiped his
cum off my face with it. "Keep it. I've got a couple more."

After catching our breath, he grabbed a t-shirt and some boxers off the
floor and pulled them on. We got back to work and managed to finish the
science project before too long. I couldn't believe how focused he was - I
was still hard in my pants and didn't think I'd ever lose my fat stiffie.

Even though we finished the project early, I spent the night anyway and
blew him again before we went to sleep and again the next morning when we
woke up. I actually came three more times - twice when I was blowing him
and once in the middle of the night I jerked off while I watched him sleep
and held a pair of his dirty underwear to my face. I sucked him off a bunch
of times over the next year or so before he got a serious girlfriend. I
actually ended up eating his ass a few times, too, which he went crazy for
and would cum buckets. He'd never suck me, but one time he did jerk me
off. I'll never forget him spitting on his hand and watching him play with
my cock and balls and I'll keep his sweat and cum-stained jockstrap
forever.